Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Head under waterAnd they tell me to breathe easy for a whileThe breathing gets harder, even I know that

You made room for me, but it's too soon to seeIf I'm happy in your handsI'm unusually hard to hold on to

Blank stares at blank pagesNo easy way to say thisYou mean well, but you make this hard on me

I'm not gonna write you a love song'Cause you asked for it'Cause you need one, you seeI'm not gonna write you a love song'Cause you tell me it's make or breaking thisIf you're on your wayI'm not gonna write you to stayIf all you have is leavingI'ma need a better reason to write you a love song todayToday

I learned the hard wayThat they all say things you want to hearMy heavy heart sinks deep down under youAnd your twisted words, your help just hurtsYou are not what I thought you wereHello to high and dry

Convince me to please youMade me think that I need this tooI'm trying to let you hear me as I am

I'm not gonna write you a love song'Cause you asked for it'Cause you need one, you seeI'm not gonna write you a love song'Cause you tell me it's make or breaking thisIf you're on your way,I'm not gonna write you to stayIf all you have is leavingI'ma need a better reason to write you a love song today

Promise me you'll leave the light onTo help me see with daylight, my guide, gone'Cause I believe there's a way you can love me because I say

I won't write you a love song'Cause you asked for it'Cause you need one, you seeI'm not gonna write you a love song'Cause you tell me it's make or breaking thisIs that why you wanted a love song'Cause you asked for it?'Cause you need one, you seeI'm not gonna write you a love song'Cause you tell me it's make or breaking thisIf you're on your wayI'm not gonna write you to stayIf your heart is nowhere in itI don't want it for a minuteBabe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason toWrite you a love song todayToday

Thursday, August 6, 2009

We are out of foodThat we want to eatThough if our favorite food was canned green beansWe’d be in for a treat

And if you like lettuce and tomato sandwichesYou are in luckBecause we ate all the cheese and turkey some other timeBefore today

We could have spaghetti If the noodles weren’t wheat(Mike “would rather starve”)We could have a saladIf I knew how to prepare a beetWe could have enchiladasIf we had some more cheeseWe couldn’t even have enchiladasBecause we don’t have sour cream(Mike only likes enchiladas if we have sour cream)

As I was thinking up thisMike brought me a toasted tomato sandwichIt was deliciousSee he’s a good man(Was there even a question? I thought this was about food.)

The aquarium’s on the microwaveMy bicycle’s in the front entrywayWhich is also our living roomThat doubles as a guest roomI guess you could say we have outgrownThis little place we call home(Never mind we never quite fit in it in the first place)Not to mention the head of the guest “bed” is where people also get fed

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Self-employment can be rough. The freedom is exhilarating, the long hours seven days a week exhausting.

Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I know that I have it much better than many folks in this "great nation."

Anyway, since last we met, I have been down the coast as far as Monterey, which is a few hours south of San Francisco and currently the southernmost I have been since living here. I loved it there, in Monterey. We hope to go back with the kids and check out the famous aquarium there. We set up two new gallery accounts while we were out driving around, and I do in fact have high hopes for many more to come.

Next week is the marble show up in Tacoma, Washington, already. Where has the year gone? It's so weird how slow time used to go back when I was 10, now it just goes faster and faster and faster, and suddenly half of the "new year" is come and gone.

There's a lot to be said for paying attention.

I hope everyone is well in Wisconsin. I don't wish I was there - I've gotten quite accustomed to this moderate weather and never feeling too hot - though I do wish you were here! But then again, I probably wouldn't have time to have coffee anyway, so probably it's better this way.

Monday, June 15, 2009

I went in to Mike's studio a week ago and shot some footage of him blowing glass. Over the weekend Josh edited it and put it together into a video that we can use to promote Mike's work. We think it's pretty awesome, and wanted to share it with you.

It'll also be up on our work website: warrenartglass.com

ENJOY, hope you like it for a first effort; let me know what you think! (Even if you think it needs some work.)

About the Author

"Some people may have thought this book was too personal, too confessional. But what these people think about me is none of my business." ~Anne Lamott. This is me, this is my life, and it is personal. Welcome to my blog. I write it for you (and for me too).

This is how it works: You're young until you're not, you love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh, and everyone must breathe until their dying breath.

No, this is how it works: You peer inside yourself, you take the things you like, and try to love the things you took, and then you take that love you made, and stick it into someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood, and walking arm in arm, you hope it don't get harmed, but even if it does, you'll just do it all again. - "On the Radio" by Regina Spektor